Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 348 Don't touch Mr. Fool's ass! (3K)

Sigh~ I knew it all along, this little brat is so concerned about saving face, why should I argue with him?

"The Fool" sighed. Life was tough. He had been so focused on maintaining Mr. Fool's status that he had overlooked Ron's pride.

Klein immediately leaned back and watched the gathering being hosted, neither retaliating nor expressing his opinion, as if he had accepted Ron's words as fact.

He hadn't forgotten the "Fool's" persona: mysterious, unpredictable, and composed. Arguing with a naive person could very well ruin the image he'd built up at previous tarot readings.

I'm an adult; I don't argue with people who are mentally immature.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Klein immediately manipulated the world, letting out a sinister laugh:

"Heh, from a mystical perspective, those beyond demigods are more inclined towards gods than humans. They possess all sorts of incredible abilities that are unimaginable to those of lower order."

This despicable fellow flattered himself indirectly, then turned serious and asked with a puzzled expression:

"Lady Fate, where did you get so many potion recipes?"

Last time we were all broke, how come this time you're claiming to have even a demigod's potion recipe? Did you rob the Storm Church headquarters, or did you find that blasphemous card that represents the "Sailor" path?

Taking his own acquisition of the "Black Emperor" card as an example, "The World" couldn't help but speculate in his mind.

Meanwhile, the members of the Tarot Club, including "Justice," had also come to their senses and were shocked by Ron's audacity. They glanced at Mr. "Fool" either secretly or unintentionally until they realized that this ancient "deity" had not made any move, at which point they were relieved.

As the great Emperor Roselle once said, "When gods fight, mortals suffer," a saying that couldn't be more fitting here.

Just now, these low- to mid-level individuals wished they could close their eyes and plug their ears so they could see and hear nothing.

Ah, Mr. Ron, really! Isn't he afraid of Mr. Fool's punishment? I finally understand what he meant when he said long ago that we should be careful in the mystical world, except for Him.

She pursed her lips gracefully, and the impossibly beautiful noblewoman sighed helplessly, overwhelmed by a complex mix of emotions that defied description.

After a few seconds, she quickly calmed herself down and began to think about Mr. World's question.

Has Mr. Ron gone out and caused trouble again?! Are these recipes His harvest? Last time He said He was going to the Forsaken Land to track down Zarathustra, the leader of the Secret Order. Judging from His appearance, He must have succeeded?

At that moment, Audrey Hall had an almost instinctive intuition.

Compared to "Justice," the "Hanged Man's" thinking is much simpler, because no matter where these formulas come from, now that this angel from the Tarot Society has spoken, it means that he is willing to trade with him.

Right now, the most important thing for me to do is save money, save money, save money!

Although I am considered wealthy among pirates, Sequence 5 potion recipes are generally hard to find, with prices ranging from 4500 to 7000 pounds. Not to mention the main ingredients for Sequence 5, which cost at least 8000 pounds.

Upon realizing this, Alger Wilson instantly calmed down. The burning passion in his body and mind was completely extinguished by the 15000 pounds, leaving not a single spark.

He calculated it based on the most expensive price. All his years of experience have taught Alger that you should always be prepared for the worst.

"Fate" is amazing. The names of those potion recipes don't seem to be from the low to mid-level series. It would be even better if He had potion recipes from the solar pathway.

"The Sun" Derrick was no different from usual; it seemed that the "One Who Resolves All Things"'s major operation in the Forsaken Lands had no impact on the Silver City standing in the Dark Lands.

He saw the expressions on the faces of the rest of the Tarot Club members, gave them a dry compliment in his mind, and seemed to harbor some kind of fantasy.

I'm just Sequence Nine. I'm just Sequence Nine. I'm just Sequence Nine.

As for "The Magician" Fors, his mind was already in a state of shock, and he only felt that he had lowered the level of such a high-end gathering as the Tarot Club.

As a wild extraordinary being, these two gatherings yielded far more than she had in previous years. More than those potion recipes she had never even heard of, she was more interested in Ron, the angel who dared to face the divine might.

Is this all there is to angels? That's incredibly reckless!

Feeling the eager gazes around him, Ron felt the weight on his shoulders again.

She inexplicably tightened her robes, binding her high, bulging chest, and the silver-haired woman raised her head slightly, revealing her signature arrogant posture.

"My friends, you are blessed! From this day forward, whatever potion recipe you need, no matter how it's obtained, no matter what sequence it is, I can get it for you!"

"On the condition that you pay a sufficient price!"

The aloof and arrogant words did not annoy the Tarot Club members in the slightest. On the contrary, they felt from the bottom of their hearts that those words and phrases composed of Rune should be spoken in this tone.

Arrogance born of incompetence is called conceit; arrogance born of competence is called self-righteousness.

The dummy "World" froze, and Klein had a bad feeling.

What kind of trouble did they have to cause to reap such a reward? It's simply unimaginable!

As his gaze wandered, "The Fool" Klein suddenly caught sight of the blasphemous tablet lying face down on the bronze table. His thoughts raced like blinding sparks of electricity, as if he remembered something, but he couldn't quite make sense of it.

Blasphemy allows one to obtain any potion recipe.

Damn it, did this little brat see something that desecrated the stone tablet?! This is a true divine object, the cornerstone of the mystical world!!!

It's unclear whether it's the first or the second piece; this should be a result of His pursuit of Zarathustra.

In a flash, he remembered the diary of Emperor Roselle and suddenly had a deduction.

"Did you see the desecrated stone tablet?"

A deep, hoarse voice, filled with disbelief, came from the dummy "World," causing "Justice" Audrey, "The Hanged Man" Alger, and others to hold their breath.

The desecrated stone tablet is a treasure that even the gods covet, and it is the source of this world's extraordinary path!

"Hmm ↑↓~"

Ron grunted in a strange tone, shook his index finger, and denied the guess that he had "seen the blasphemous tablet."

However, before Mr. Fool could even catch his breath, he heard the silver-haired lady with her straight back say lightly:

"I didn't just see it, I obtained it! The upper half of the second blasphemous slab is in my basement!"

what?

It's in your basement.

The second blasphemous tablet is in your basement!? The second blasphemous tablet Russell saw is in your basement!? The blasphemous tablet of that secret organization is in your basement!?

How come your basement has all sorts of things?!

Klein was instantly driven to madness. The blasphemous tablet on the bronze table suddenly lost its appeal. He was both worried and excited. Meanwhile, the dummy "World" remained motionless, as if it had become a puppet, devoid of any sense of life.

Klein had never seen the legendary basement of the Ron family, but he was now very eager to see it.

Of course, the main reason is to see if I can get some good stuff for free.

It was a desecration of the stone tablet... No wonder it uttered such arrogant words. "Fate" certainly has the right to say that. It was truly wise of it to have established a good relationship with it beforehand. With this opportunity, it's not impossible for me to become a demigod!

Although the Hanged Man had his own suspicions, he was still extremely excited when he heard that Ron had obtained the Blasphemous Tablet.

At this moment, he, who was loyal to the "Lord of Storms", wished he could give up his ideal of becoming an archbishop and directly join the service of Mr. "Fool" to work under him in exchange for merit.

"Heh, you don't need to look at me like that. It's just a small matter. In fact, I was only borrowing the stone tablet to desecrate it."

Seeing that even the most honest and unassuming Little Sun was looking at him with an indescribable look of shock, Ron waved his hand and decided to keep a low profile and enjoy the festivities with the people.

She first offered an explanation, then continued:

"However, I don't intend to return it. Once it's in my hands, it's mine!"

What's the difference between this and robbery? I remember the second blasphemous tablet has an owner, who's in that ancient, secretive organization that Emperor Rosell joined. Aren't you afraid that the entire organization will wipe you out?

With a crestfallen expression, Klein wanted nothing more than to curse. He gripped the all-black eye tightly and immediately manipulated the dummy "World" to ask in a hoarse voice:

"I believe that honesty and trustworthiness are the most important things in life. If you don't return it, won't you encounter any danger?"

He spoke in a low, slightly sarcastic tone, mocking Ron before worrying about whether the little brat could withstand the retaliation from that ancient, secretive organization.

"First of all, neither Mr. 'Fool' nor I are human!"

"Secondly, with Mr. 'The Fool' around, what danger could I possibly be in?"

"If I get my hands on something, it will be obtained by the Tarot Society; if the Tarot Society gets it, it's equivalent to Mr. Fool getting it."

I……

Hearing this immense trust, "The Fool" Klein was speechless with bitterness, unable to express his grievances.

He was about to say something when he was interrupted again by the silver-haired woman's words.

"Mr. World, you don't need to worry. Mr. Fool is very powerful. His level and status are quite high. No one can be his match."

"How did Emperor Rosell describe himself as someone not to be trifled with? Oh, right, you can't touch a tiger's backside!"

"You think you can just touch Mr. Fool's ass like that?!"

"How naive!"

What kind of talk is that? Why can't I touch my butt? No, I can touch my butt, but no, I...

"The Fool" Klein was so shocked by the brat's shamelessness that he was speechless. He could only remain motionless, staring wide-eyed at the dummy "The World" at the bottom of the bronze table.

(End of this chapter)